Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.